My creative juices get the right amount of sugar at home. I’m stirrin’ it up, shakin’ it and gulping it down like a starwberry milkshake! When parents are at work, I play, on the inside. I get to think about the most wacky, unusual situations and thoughts. It’s big fun.
Like the savoring raspberry juice trickling on the side of your lip. Or imagining a silver sun with glistening, glossy flames. The thought of jumping into a pool full of refreshing water from a diving height. Painting your whole face in the colors of your FIFA team and having the craziest photoshoot. An off the wall slumber party with loads of mad dancing.
I may not do it, like ever, but the marker to my creative inside keeps on drawing. I have surfed to the shores of undiscovered thoughts and it’s awesome!
It had to happen. Being royally pampered at home with everything from food to shakes to fruits to deserts to fav .dishes to icy slushes to love. I’m getting it all, right here. There’s a little of their mollycoddle too but it’s only a matter of days.
There is a variant routine at home. Some days i’ll be on my bum and watching the television (I have probably set a world record of switching channels at the fastest rate) or I’ll be out eating snackies. The stepping-stones to my mood-swings follow the rain and the winds, occasionally.
For now, im sitting back, with a mango shake on my cream coaster and about to savor my favorite dinner at home.
Toodles!
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